But fee, how 'twixt her fifter and her fire, (a) See that fweet poem, intituled Chrifl's Villorg and Triumph, part 1. fanta 18. Yet thoufand thousand heavens he could con- And ftill as empty as at first remain': Though travelling all places, changing none: The centre fearch, and Dis dark realm; he's Returns, arrives, before thou faw'ft him going: And while his weary kingdom safely fleeps, All restless night he watch and warding keeps: 1. Never his careful head on refting pillow fteeps. The foul there reftlefs, helpless, hopeless lies; The body frying roars, and roaring fries: There's life that never lives, there's death that never dies. XXXVIII. Hence while unsettled here he fighting reigns, Searcheth into his foes and friends designs: For most he fears his subjects wavering minds This tower then only falls, when treason undermines. ΣΧΕΙΣ. |